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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

I could a tale unfold - 9

Ross frowned as he walked
into the costume shop, seeing a young man he didn't recognize holding the
doublet for Hamlet's first act costume. "May I ask who you are and what
the hell you think you're doing?"

The young man spun around,
wide-eyed, dropped the doublet, and then sprinted towards the back of the shop,
disappearing in between the fabric racks.

Stopping just long enough to
pick up the doublet, laying it on a cutting table, Ross took off after him.
When he reached the rear wall of the shop, he realized the young man had
vanished. He quickly checked to make certain he wasn't hiding somewhere before
deciding the guy must have back-tracked down one aisle while he was going up
the other.

When he returned to the front
of the shop, Beth and one of the other girls walked in. "Did either of you
see a man, dark-haired, maybe five nine or ten, in the hallway?"

Both of them shook their
heads. "It was empty, except for us and a couple of the tech crew
guys," Beth replied. "Why?"

"Because he was in here
when I arrived, messing with one of Kirk's costumes." Ross went over to
pick it up; checking it carefully to make certain the young man hadn't damaged
it, before hanging up back where it belonged.

"Maybe a tourist? They
do try to sneak in to see the backstage area if they can, you know," the
other girl said.

"I might agree, if the
building was open for the day, but it's not. Mucho strange. Well, hopefully,
whoever he was he's long gone by now."

The rest of the day passed
in a flurry of activity, Ross and his crew working to finish the basics on the
costumes for the lesser members of the cast. Those for the leads were completed,
just waiting for a final try-on in case they needed some last minute alterations.

By the time Ross sent his
crew home, he was ready to drop. He had the feeling Kirk was probably in the
same shape, so he stopped to grab two Styrofoam cups of coffee from the break
room before heading towards the auditorium.

As he turned the corner, he
felt as if someone was watching him. Looking back over his shoulder, all he saw
was the empty hall. Putting it down to nerves and tiredness, he continued on
his way.

Half an hour later, tossing
his empty cup in a trashcan at the back of the theater, Ross started on the one
he'd gotten for Kirk. Chandler was still giving notes, but at least things had
gotten that far. Kirk was sitting on the edge of the stage as he listened,
Hildie on one side of him, Tracie, who was playing Ophelia, on the other. They
all looked as if they'd been run through the wringer, but the women still
managed to chuckle at something Kirk said.

Finally, after a few closing
words, Chandler let the cast go. Kirk jumped down, striding up the aisle to
join Ross. "My coffee?" he asked with tired amusement when Ross
handed him the half-empty cup. "At least you saved me a bit." He
downed it in one gulp before crumpling the cup, throwing it at the trashcan,
and then putting an arm around Ross' waist, saying, "Let's get out of
here."

2 comments:

YES! And we're off! The fun begins. You weave such a great story. From your conversations which are awesome to your describing just the meanderings of the day, seemingly so mundane yet holding your attention with an iron fist, I just don't know what I like more. Can tell you what I DON'T like however! Short updates. Just saying. Like it would make any bit of difference at all. LOL! I guess it's part of the suspense and all, yeah yeah yeah. All that stuff. :)

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Born and bred Cleveland, I earned a degree in technical theater, later switched to costuming, and headed to NYC. Finally seeing the futility of trying to become rich and famous in the Big Apple, I joined VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America), ending up in Chicago for three years. Then it was on to Denver where I put down roots and worked as a costume designer until just recently.
I began writing five years ago after joining an on-line fanfic group. Two friends and I then started a group for writers where they may post any story they wish no matter the genre or content. Since then, for the last two years, I’ve been writing for publication. Most, but not all, of my work is m/m, either mildly erotic or purely ‘romantic’, and more often than not it involves a mystery or covert operations.